Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Antigua and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Section 25 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
June Days,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
ABC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.